#the rakehell of roth

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Dearest Friend, they say that love and hate are two sides of the same coin. I say the fine edge between them is passion. And besides, a little hate-fucking never hurt anyone.

The Rakehell of Roth (Everleigh Sisters, #2) by Amalie Howard

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When the coach arrived at Vance House—he’d instructed Matteo to put 15 Audley Street on the market—he hurried up the stairs, handing his cloak off to a frowning Ludlow. “I know I’m late. Glowering at me doesn’t make time go any quicker.”

“But I enjoy it so,” the butler said in the driest possible tone.

“You’re lucky my wife likes you or I’d sack you.”

Ludlow gave him an unperturbed look. “You’re lucky she tolerates you or you’d be sleeping in the guest chamber.”

“Touché.”

The Rakehell of Roth (Everleigh Sisters, #2) by Amalie Howard

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“So, it’s him then?” Isobel asked, noting the tender way she stared at him.

Clarissa gave a small nod. “We’ll probably be at each other’s throats within the week.” She let out a happy sigh. “He’s not so bad most days. Then again, I’m not so perfect, either. We make quite the pair, don’t we…the vicar and the vixen.” She giggled. “All I want to do is lead him astray and all he wants to do is keep me in line.”

“Sounds like a match to me.”

The Rakehell of Roth (Everleigh Sisters, #2) by Amalie Howard

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“Isobel.”

The three-syllable rasp of her name dripped through her like hot honey. “Undress me.”

He exhaled a groan. “I cannot see.”

“Then feel.”

The Rakehell of Roth (Everleigh Sisters, #2) by Amalie Howard

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“Now close that sinful mouth of yours, strip like a good lad, and show your mistress what she’s won.”

The Rakehell of Roth (Everleigh Sisters, #2) by Amalie Howard

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“I have an announcement,” Oliver said, shoving his seat back. His hairline was dampened and his face had gone the color of thinned milk. “Well, perhaps more of a question. A request, rather, that is if the lady is amenable and if she isn’t then, well, there won’t be an announcement. Oh, sod it, you twat,” he muttered to himself, and then dropped to one knee. “Miss Clarissa Bell, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? If you’ll have me?”

There was dead silence before the table erupted in cheers, Winter banging his fist on the tabletop so hard that all the glasses shook. “Well done, mate!”

“She hasn’t answered yet!” Violet said.

Spluttering, Clarissa had gone as red as a tomato as she gaped in surprise at Oliver. “Couldn’t you have waited until I didn’t have a mouthful of smoke?”

“It’s a filthy habit,” he said. “You deserve what you get.”

She glared daggers at him. “Don’t judge me.”

“You judge me for lots of things.”

“That’s different.”

Winter groaned. “Oh, for God’s sake, say yes, Clarissa. No one else can put up with either of you. Yours is a match made in purgatory.”

The Rakehell of Roth (Everleigh Sisters, #2) by Amalie Howard

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It was a dangerous thing to love the possibility of a man versus who he truly was.

The Rakehell of Roth (Everleigh Sisters, #2) by Amalie Howard

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She swallowed hard and rotated in slow motion, meeting the incredulous eyes of her husband. Fury was quick to light their silver depths as recognition and understanding hit, but she bit her lip and stood her ground. “There’s a good explanation, Winter, I promise.”

“There better be,” he said, “because there’s a good chance I’m going to put you over my sodding knee.”

Even covered in blood and filth and God knew what else, the sound of his husky voice made every nerve-ending in her body come alive. Isobel gave him a cheeky grin. “Promise?”

As his eyes darkened from silver to slate and a growl broke from his chest, it occurred to Isobel that it might not be the right time to provoke the beast. Too late. 

The Rakehell of Roth (Everleigh Sisters, #2) by Amalie Howard